Hello! I'm Jenn, and this is my blog. I'm 25 years old, I'm a wife, lover, mother, friend, freelance writer, blogger, photographer, and so much 
Today, after trying on a 2XL ThinkGeek babydoll shirt and being thrilled and in disbelief at the fact that it fit, I was then horrified by my arms. Can we say bingo flaps? So I threw my hair in a ponytail, cleared out the kids, animals and toys from the living room, and set up the Kettleworx workout program that I’ve had sitting in the bedroom since the fall (I tried it once, briefly, but I only followed along with the sample exercises). I have a 5 lb. kettlebell, and I’m starting with the six week Resistance program. The routine is simple enough — 20 minutes per day, three days a week. I did the first session today, and oh my god, I am so out of shape it isn’t even funny. I was slightly winded from the FREAKING WARM UP, people. But I stuck out the full 20 minute workout, and by the end I was sweating, and my muscles felt like jiggly rubber. They’re still slightly rubbery, and I have a feeling I’m going to wake up tomorrow and feel like I can’t get out of bed.
But I need to do this. And so I will do this. I’m going to get a kettlebell for Dan (probably the 10 lb. or 15 lb. one, since he’s a guy (duh) and stronger, and would probably benefit from a heavier weight), and we’re going to sweat it out together. I need to strengthen my muscles and tone up, and he could benefit from some toning as well.
So, three times a week, 20 minutes per day. Not a big deal. I’m going to do the workouts on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, probably in the morning when the kids are at school, or later in the afternoon when they’re in their rooms for quiet time. Wish me luck! 
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Baking.
Taking vitamins, eating small bits of food, drinking plenty of fluids, and vomiting (I can’t wait until I see the people in lab coats for my stricture fix!).
Organizing my house, one room at a time.
Indulging my love of House.
Finding fun things to do with the kidlets while we’re cooped up because of the cold weather.
I have been faithfully weighing myself on a daily basis since last April. The numbers on the scale were important before surgery, since I had to keep track of how much I lost, but since having the surgery I’ve found myself even more anxious about what I weigh each day. It’s silly, I know, considering that even without the stricture I would take in maybe 600 to 800 calories, and since the stricture developed I’m getting 500 or less. When my scale batteries died last Wednesday I was annoyed. But by this weekend? I was definitely anxious… I was going to wait until today or tomorrow to pick up new batteries, but I caved and called Dan last night and asked him to please please please stop on the way home from work and pick up batteries. And awesome husband that he is, he did. ♥
Today’s weight: 243 lbs. exactly. 88 lbs. down, and I’ve gone from a 26/28 in pants to an 18/20 (I’m wearing 20s, but they’re bagging a bit. I can get into an 18, but they’re quite snug at the hips), and from a 46DDD bra size to a 42DD. Life is good.
